I came from womb and will go back to tomb....
Both are wonderful ladies....
who gave me life....
sheltering and nurturing me in their arms...
taking me into them selves when the world refuses my essence....

It feels tiring to travel a while,
It is heartening to be at your side....

honesty feels great,
but it takes away everyone from your side....

Fear is an illusion,
and worst is the perception it drives....

In the fight you are alone,
your enemies are not someone or something,
but its all in your mind....

You have the wings but you think you cannot fly...
Its not the training but your self realisation
that will take you to new heights.....

No words can express my hurt,
my tears are not my pain,they are the anger that swells,
my life is what a game....

where you clap when it hits me the most,
is it just the winning and losing of teh other person?????
what about me.....

the question lingers.....
the irony is I dont have to find out the truth,
but
a answer that can satisfy me well......

When some one dies,
we say we will never forget,
but aren't we lying...
because sorrow doesnot stay forever,
even life thrives on the grave...
(flowers grow on it)
and we walk forward....

The life and death has a common relative,
happiness and pain....

when the going goes tough,
and the tough goes going,
then the world looks at u with mocking eyes and says,
" you can not a single mile."
but i got up and not have moved one but many miles....

when in noise
you hear no voice....

when in rain,
you feel no pain....

when touching the sky,
you ask why???????

Than feel thyself,
the answers will come...
the realisations felt
and the unexpected occurs....
just love yourself and the voices will never be necessary to be heard
the sky wont be necessary to be defined
the pain will be no pain
your freedom lies in you....
rest everything makes you realise where u fall.....

I want to be rain,
and touch the cheecks of the terrain.....

I myself want a life,
So that the world can revive...

Touching Jane on her eyes,
I want to run down a mile....

Pat on the roof tops and climb the ladder,
sit on the mountains and search underwater,

I want to shake hands with the outstretched hands,
I want to dance with the excitement of being found....

I want to be rain,
sing life to whatever has dried,
want to hear the farmers wonderful cries...

The wings were broken
I acknowledge
I am the survivor
I acknowledge
Y do I want the world to acknowledge
when they disowned me
I still want to be their heroine
and hence want to shine
Am I not a hypocrite
Perhaps my pain is also at times my own shame
Want to run away...
but I end up hiding
hiding from people loving me
Am scared to be loved
I can love
i love to love
I pour myself to the world
but am scared when the love returns
it makes me attached
of attachments
which gave me lot of pain
let me be drunk
i cannot stand this

I can stand as a pillar for u
but the irony is I dont want anyone to stand with me
Nodoubt u love me
But it has sympathy
mixed in it
I want to be loved
without any reason
can u give me
ahhhh
now am asking
never knew I needed some
Not till now...
Because I thought souls have one destination
moksha is what they want to reach
I forgot that moksha can be found
in life itself
perhaps now is the time to not only heal
but let myself be loved and healed....

Just now I looked up and saw the heading THE LIBERATED ME!!!!!
it seemed as if it is a different world
Am I really liberated...
I have never cared for words but dont they at times mock
Liberated hmmmm
thinking what it means....
it seems a weighted meaning
before writing y didnt I thought....



I dont know when next will I wear the mask of a critic
so let me write while the other side of me is lost
The coin has two sides....
than y have I acknowledged only one
when I know even I have the darker side
even when I think it is locked
Am I scared of remembering that I can be the face of same terror
which I hate
Ahhhhh
am I scared to see the ugly face
If I cannot stand my own self
than how do I proclaim that I love the world
what if I live in an illusion
If I have chosen a path that doesnot mean
I was the chosen
the mind does tricks and risks
it says u r the chosen
the messenger
the divine
hehhehehhehehhe
isnt this a great way my ego swells and shines
Am confused
dont know
at times i am true
full of love
but than that is very few
perhaps that is what I want to be
but right now what am I????????

ahhhhh
I read watcher's blog today and saw a movie 'Yahan' both have made me realise that I really need to be me....
Am I really me...
Just showing love when in reality do I have hate too...
Today am reflecting casting my own face of a angel...
Fearing anytime will see a demon...
Hahahhahaaha
in fact am feeling good now once when am able to remove this mask....
What am I scared of...when I fear none....
Perhaps fighting hard I had put the face of a warrior when I had many more...
Talking to Star I realised I am still not healed...
There are days when I feel so beautiful...full of love...
I thought I healed people...
but was it not a plot...
of my own ego
of my own self
hehehheheeh
guys today I have got...
I have to let go of things...
but the problem is what r those things....
Just want to wander
and wander and wander
y do I have so many faces...
specially the one which makes me feel I am an angel...
hehheheeehehe
the heart knows my own thoughts
arent at times in the name of solitude...
I become greedy and let people to rot...
Am I what I am ...
hehehhehe
dont know...
the answer is difficult and yet i am scared to sort...

I would have shone,
If I had a tomb.

But now when my chance
has come to shine,
I donot want to stand in the line.

Donot build tomb on me,
My soul is trapped and it wants to be free.

Just leave me where my feet would have stood,
Let my body blend itself
As my soul sees from far.

For you it is painful to see me decay,
Because you see death as an end,
Death was when I was alive,
Now when I am dead I am again alive.

My body has no meaning as I leave it behind,
I never looked on my past even in that life.
And now you want to make a tomb
to celebrate my that very life.

If you would have only been wise,
you would have just left me behind.
My spirit rises as I say,
Donot lay me...
Otherwise also I dont mind...

I would have shone,
If I had a tomb.

But now when my chance
has come to shine,
I donot want to stand in the line.

Donot build tomb on me,
My soul is trapped and it wants to be free.

Just leave me where my feet would have stood,
Let my body blend itself
As my soul sees from far.

For you it is painful to see me decay,
Because you see death as an end,
Death was when I was alive,
Now when I am dead I am again alive.

My body has no meaning as I leave it behind,
I never looked on my past even in that life.
And now you want to make a tomb
to celebrate my that very life.

If you would have only been wise,
zyou would have just left me behind.
My pirit rises as I say,
Donot lay me...
Otherwise also I dont mind...

I am the teaching of what I have to learn. I can only demonstrate what I am. What I do not accept for myself, won't consciously exist in the world, so it remains separated from its source, which means suffering. What I accept wholeheartedly, however, will exist in and way beyond it, because the world – this experience we create together – is not a closed universe.

We don't need special instruction. We only need joyful moments of recognizing and remembering, which playful learning actually is. Our knowing soul can take it from there and she won't be hindered by the distortions that every translation of inner truth involves.We are blowing in the wind, but we are also the wind itself. We are highly flexible, conscious energy, acting out all possible realities in the same moment is an explosion of creation, an act of God.
written by a wise man....name not known...

I am free
bcoz I can even call myself shit...
Shit seems no longer a bad word,
bcoz perhaps am now free....
I can finally dance on the road,
Dont ask me to follow u,
I am now free.....
u r not my world
and neither me....
it feels so good to kiss the air,
to roll on earth....
to fall in love
heheeeeehhhheheheheehehe
I am free......

I am sad when I want to give a reason to my happiness,
the mind says am guilty of being happy without any reason
Look at Ramina shez so happy,
its her bday
look at simon hez so happy
is going to marry
look at sam
She is first today
I look at my mind
and wonder how intelligent it is
How wise it is
true I am insane and it wants to save me
I look at it with guilt in my eyes
But than a bird fly past me,
without knowing I start walking behind it
The mind keeps on shouting
but the soul turns deaf to it
It walks for just seeing the bird fly
to look at it in wonder and cry
what else can make me more happy than
the wonder of this universe
and if this is the guilt
than am more than ready to bear
and prefer to fly

There was a time when I was very religious...keeping fasts and bending my head before the God...but than one fine day when I was in severe pain I threw that most precious idol and tried to walk away...It was at that time I felt as if something was pulling me from that idol telling me to be calm...It said it loves me and the pain will end...From that time onwards the idol is a teddybear for me and I dont pray to it but love to hold it....sure did that teddy helped me to walk the toughest roads always hugging me and revealing the secret passages where not many have walked....
what I am i donot know...there are no questions in my mind....no answers I want to find...just want to stare at the sky and on the earth I want to lie....Every min. I feel blessed and now this is my religion and this is my very own God who as accepted me and let me accept him the way I wanted to....

The darker side in me is very dark,
The lighter side in me is all light,
The thirst for the unknown is somehow known,
I am love I say,
yet my feet are chained with the remainders of the past,
of the cruelties of the world,
which still at times i try to wonder y i faced.